Family Cultivation: I have a skill panel

Chapter 248
"Da da da!"

A group of four-legged monsters are running on the boundless grassland.

This group of monsters looked like antelopes, but they were much stronger than antelopes, and each had a pair of blue horns on their heads, faintly jumping with aura.

The Green Horned Spirit Sheep, this is the most common Tier [-] monster on the Ximan Grassland.

The horns on the head are their weapons for attacking people.

Although they seem to be weak, their speed is astonishing, and their strength is not trivial, especially when they move in groups, even if they encounter second-order monsters, they can only retreat.

Among the spirit sheep flock, there is a second-order green-horned spirit sheep with black horns stretching nearly two feet. It is the leader of each spirit sheep flock and also the demon king of the group.

The second-order demon king hides in the flock of spirit sheep, and will not act unless necessary.

Under the leadership of the demon king, the group of green-horned spirit sheep kept turning their heads and watching while running. The expressions on their faces were very anthropomorphic, revealing a kind of panic.

Behind them, there is a cloud of dust.

In the flying dust, there are two figures running indistinctly.

The figures were getting closer and closer, revealing the appearance of a man and a woman.

The man's head was small, and his body was strong. His upper body was bare, revealing a strong body with sharp edges and corners like a stone building.

The lower body is a bib-like piece of clothing, made of unknown animal fur.

The woman has big arms and a round waist, wearing a tight-fitting beast suit, and her figure is not inferior to that of a man at all.

The two ran straight on the grassland, with a step of five feet, and the speed was so fast that even the Qinghorn Spirit Sheep was bitten by the two fiercely.

The man touched behind him while he was running, and a long stick with a pointed end like a javelin appeared in his hand, and then he threw it at the Qinghorn sheep.

Hearing "嗖!", the javelin pierced fiercely on a spirit sheep, causing the group of monster beasts to immediately divert and run towards an enclosure in the grassland.

Seeing this, the corners of the mouths of the two showed a tricky smile.

After a while, the group of monsters fell into the depression.

At the same time, a group of similarly dressed Western Man monks roared out of their disguise, roaring loudly, and continuously threw various sharp sticks and sharp stones from their hands.

There were even a few giant men about ten feet tall who rushed straight into the Qinghorn Spirit sheep, their arms as thick as thighs were like the most powerful weapons, and their fists the size of sandbags swung down like cannon hammers. A green-horned spirit sheep fell to the ground.

These giant men had a clear goal, swept across an open space with their fists, and went straight towards the second-tier demon king hiding in the herd of Qinghorn spirit sheep.

The demon king seemed to know that he was in a bad situation, and was about to run away when he jumped, but he was kicked by a person flying up from the dust behind him on his limp stomach, and flew back.

"Beasts die!"

Several giant men rushed forward, you punched me and fought with the second-order demon king.

These guys were burly and strong, with astonishing spiritual pressure. When they waved their fists, there was a faint sound of piercing the air, and the simple spiritual light suddenly appeared in every move.

It turned out to be a foundation cultivator.

Although the second-tier demon king was nimble, with a pair of huge horns scurrying around, he was quickly fixed with a punch in the siege of several foundation builders, and fell to the ground without life.

Just like that, in less than a moment, hundreds of green-horned spirit sheep, including the second-rank demon king, were all wiped out by a group of Western Man monks.

"The giant sage is in the sky! Today's hunting is a big victory!"

All the cultivators cheered and celebrated today's harvest.

The Ximan monks' tribes used hunting monsters to obtain training resources. Every time they won a big victory, they would take out a part of the prey to slaughter and sacrifice to the heavens and offer them to the giant saints.

"Aku! Take all the skins and horns!"

Among the giants, a monk who seemed to be the leader stepped out and gave orders.

"Yes, Mr. Arangji"

Among the Western Man monks, a dozen or so monks stood up when they heard the words, took out a cold light short blade, and peeled and shaved the tough monster skin.

A Ku is the name of the low-ranking monks in the Western Barbarians, which means a person who is a coolie.

Looking at the corpses of monsters on the grassland, although the harvest is full, there is not much joy on the face of the giant man.

Next to him, a big man of the same size in the iron tower touched his shoulder with a smile and asked:

"What's the matter, Aliangji, seeing that you killed the leader of the demon sheep, why are you still depressed?"

The giant man named Aliangji frowned, raised his head from time to time and swept across the blue sky, as if he was looking for something.

After hesitating for a moment, he expressed his doubts.

"Since the beginning, I have felt that there is something staring at us from the sky of the giant sage. I don't know if it is an illusion. I always feel uneasy. Let's deal with the prey as soon as possible, and let the Hui tribe fall into the trap."

"It's your overthinking. If there is an enemy, the white-haired wind falcon in the giant sage's sky will tell us."

He pouted at several black spots in the air, which were the eyeliner released by the tribe, not only watching the movement of the prey, but also guarding against the enemy's surprise attack for them.

On the grassland, there are not only ferocious monsters, but also tribal enemies that are hard to guard against.

"hope so"

Hearing what he said, Aliangji looked better, but he was still uneasy.

Just as he was comforting himself, his eyes staring at the sky suddenly widened.

In the blue sky, a white figure suddenly appeared, floating in the air, and his robes fluttered in the strong wind.

At the same time, the bodies of the White-haired Falcon were separated, and their bodies fell from the sky.

"Enemy attack! It's a monk in the golden core period!"

Aliangji's heart jumped violently, standing in emptiness, he was nothing but a Golden Core cultivator.

The clothes of the other party did not look like Western barbarian monks at first glance, which meant that they were enemies.

Aliangji issued a warning immediately, but in the next second, a white cloud crashed down from the sky!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

It turned out that it was not white clouds, but countless white sword qi.

"what!!"

Including Aliangji, dozens of tribal monks lost their lives in an instant.

A river of blood flows on the ground of the grassland, nourishing the grassland.

Bai Yunzi succeeded in one move, waved his hand, found a few storage bags from several Western Man monks who built the foundation, and broke the restriction with a sigh of relief. The storage bags were densely packed with colorful demon cores.

With a satisfied figure, he retreated and fell into the hidden wind boat.

On the flying boat at this moment, the rest of them were sitting cross-body in different positions, practicing while guarding.

Relying on the wind hidden boat and the high level of security, everyone flew away for nearly a month, and the journey was safe and sound.

Chi Xing complained about Bai Yunzi's actions just now:

"Brother Baiyun, it's just a few second-level monks. Why do you, a Jindan monk, make a killing move? Aren't we going to keep a secret on this trip? If you kill them, there is a risk of exposure. This Ximan Grassland Come on, there are quite a few Golden Core cultivators, so don’t add unnecessary trouble.”

Bai Yunzi didn't care about this and said:

"Don't underestimate the wealth of these barbarians. Although they are not very strong, they hunt day and night and often have a lot of demon cores on their bodies.

There is a shortage of this thing in my mountain recently, so why not do it conveniently.

As for the risk of exposure, this place is the hunting ground of the monks of the Western Man, and it is also a place close to the edge of the wild land. There are many monsters and beasts. So what if the golden core monks in the prairie found out?"

Chi Xing glanced at him, shook his head and did not speak again, and entered into cultivation again.

Master concubine, Master Zibeard heard the conversation between the two, opened his eyes and took a look. Although he also had some criticisms towards Bai Yunzi, he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Xiuxuan, who was sitting at the back of the boat, turned a blind eye to Bai Yunzi's actions and the conversation between the two, as if he didn't know anything about it.

It was only when Bai Yunzi said that he was about to enter the barren land that he opened his eyes and took a look.

In front of Fengyinzhou, there are faint undulating mountains, and the wind and sand that cover the sky and the sun are blowing, making the whole world hazy.

After only one glance, Zhao Xiuxuan continued to practice.

Feng Yinzhou continued to move forward, plunging headlong into the wild land where the wind and sand were gradually rising.

So far, everything has been relatively smooth, passing through the Ximan grassland safely, and there is no threatening battle with the alien monks as he expected.

And not long after they left, two beams of light came from the hinterland of the Ximan Grassland.

The light dissipated, and the visitors were old and young, and the elders had strange shapes.

The body is long and narrow, but the limbs are bent, like a thin old monkey.

As for the other person, his face was full of flesh, his bald head was shiny, and his face was fierce. The robe on his chest was open, revealing a rune engraved on his chest.

Both of them stood in the void, obviously both Jindan cultivators.

The skinny old man glanced down at the bloody prairie, wrinkled his nose, and said in a voice like a blowing wind:

"Sword Qi, one move is fatal, it is a monk of Golden Core"

The bald monk nodded coldly, then looked in the direction of the barren land, and continued in a muffled voice:

"Maybe they are Jindan cultivators from Yan Kingdom. How about you? Do you want to chase them? I can feel them going to the wilderness."

"Don't chase, it's useless to chase, we still can't get too far away, the instructions from Jushengtian haven't come down yet, we have to wait for a while"

The skinny old Xiutou pointed to the top of his head without raising his head, and pressed his body again. His whole body was bent like a shrimp, which seemed to be more comfortable.

The bald monk didn't speak any more, but tore off a spirit beast bag from his waist and opened it. A ray of black light shot out from the spirit beast bag, and a strange bird the size of a sparrow landed on his shoulder.

The wings of this strange bird are all black, and a pair of eyes as thin as rice grains are faintly blue.

The weirdest thing is that it has three legs!
Two feet grabbed the monk's shoulders, and the middle foot was bent and stuck between the chest and abdomen.

The bald monk stretched out his thick fingers to the wing of the strange bird and scratched it. The strange bird chirped softly, and then the extra foot in the middle fell down, standing on three legs.

At the same time, it flapped its wings and flew up, lingering in a circle on the grassland where the bloody smell had not yet dissipated.

Finally, it landed on the shoulder of the bald man. As soon as it landed, the strange bird opened its thin beak and spit out a trace of black light from it. The bald monk took out a small round mirror from the storage bag and incorporated the black light into it.

Then, without looking at the mirror, he put it back in his storage bag.

"Okay, let's go"

After saying this, the two of them turned into two rays of light again and disappeared into the sky.
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On the other side, after entering the barren land, Feng Yinzhou gradually started to encounter troubles.

There are many monsters in the barren land, and there are often groups of flying monsters passing by in the air. In this regard, Bai Yunzi and others can only choose the route they have explored before, and there is no guarantee that they will not encounter powerful monsters.

On the third day they entered the wild land, they were still a day or two away from their destination.

The sky that was already full of yellow sand suddenly darkened, and a huge monster with wings covering the sky and the sun rolled up the yellow sand and came towards us at high speed.

"Third-order sky pattern golden eagle! Be careful, this eagle is a bit difficult to deal with. If we expose it, then Thunder will take action and kill it quickly. Don't let it escape."

While urging Feng Yinzhou, Bai Yunzi reminded.

With a new spell in his hand, Feng Yinzhou sank suddenly, and fell quietly, trying to avoid the direction of the sky pattern golden eagle.

"Whoosh!"

The huge sound of breaking wind was getting closer and closer, and the wings of the sky-patterned golden eagle with hundreds of feet pulled out two rivers of sand in the yellow sky.

Coincidentally, when Feng Yinzhou's formation was hit like this, it actually failed for a while, and the powerful aura of several people was exposed in the air, and the sharp eyes of Wen Wen's golden eagle suddenly stared at it.

The golden eyes are like two huge lanterns hanging in the yellow sand.

"Not good! Do it!"

Bai Yunzi's words blurted out, in fact, he didn't need to say more, the rest of the people had already made their moves the moment the formation disappeared.

Although several people belong to different mountain gates, their methods are very unified, after all, they are all sword cultivators.

Big or small, a large expanse of tyrannical sword energy cut Huang Shatian in two, and hit the huge body of the golden eagle with tinkling clangs.

Some were blocked by the abnormally hard wings, and some fell on the bird, creating a blood mist.

"Chirp!"

The golden eagle with sky pattern was in pain, flapped its wings, and the yellow sand rolled into two tornadoes, which fell ferociously towards the heads of several people.

"You continue to attack, I will defend!"

As a casual cultivator, Master Zibeard is also a pure sword cultivator, but he has more defensive methods than others. I saw him throwing a blue cloth bag magic weapon from his storage bag.

This cloth bag was originally of an ordinary size, but after being thrown out, it suddenly grew in size, and finally changed suddenly, soaring to be bigger than Feng Yinzhou.

"receive!"

Venerable Zibeard played the Jue, the blue light in the cloth bag flickered towards the yellow sand tornado, and the tornado dissipated immediately.

Even the wind blade swept out by the sky pattern golden eagle with its subsequent flapping of its wings was collected by the blue cloth bag.

"go with!"

Master Zibeard made another spell, and immediately, the yellow sand tornado and wind blade that had just been put into the cloth bag were spit out again, but this time, the target of the attack was the Sky Rune Golden Eagle himself.

"boom!"

At this moment, a giant moon-white sword fell from the sky, cutting off half of the sky-patterned golden eagle's wings.

A piece of blood was immediately mixed in the yellow sand sky, which looked strange and mysterious.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Xiuxuan's green sword energy seized the golden opportunity to continue to expand the injury from the severed wing!
Although the Sky Pattern Golden Eagle is powerful, it is still like a weak bird in front of the five Golden Core cultivators. It has been injured repeatedly in a short period of time. If it were not for the tyrannical body of the monster, it would have been a human cultivator. Beheaded.

If so, this bird also has no fighting spirit, its eyes are full of hatred, enduring the severe pain in its wings, it wants to spread its wings and escape.

"Don't let him run away, this bird is the most vengeful"

In short and concise words, everyone gathered energy to refresh themselves, and the denser sword energy than before blocked the sky pattern golden eagle in all directions like a cage.

"Shh!"

A moment later, under the siege of the crowd, the huge figure of the Sky-patterned Golden Eagle fell from the sky carrying a mist of blood, and ruthlessly smashed on the top of the two hills, collapsing the tops of the hills.

Seeing this, Bai Yunzi suddenly fell down, and the sword energy spiraled down, opening a bloody hole in the body of the golden eagle with sky pattern, and dug out a demon core with powerful aura.

Seeing this, he laughed loudly and said:
"Hahahaha, third-order demon core!"

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